I don't own them - Warning: Blood gore
Chekov and Uhura strode through the many corridors of the Academy. It appeared like a labyrinth still did for Pavel at time. The twists and turns of the corridors gave the illusion of a greater purpose. A purpose that they'd all gain. The corridors also looked similar; cream and black with a red floor. Almost like it was produced purely to create a heroic atmosphere, which was going to be their future. Travelling through space, heroically saving or aiding newly forming civilizations or already formed ones that were struggling with one thing or another.
Normally going to the Medical Bay for just a broken nose wouldn't be a hectic or a difficult thing to do. It wouldn't be very momentous; sure it hurts but it's easy to fix compared to many other things.
So when they got there they expected to be in and out within minutes. Uhura happily distracted Pavel by chatting to him about what she found interesting about this year. He brought up Kirk once in the conversation and that time in his first lesson was back. Note to self: never bring up Kirk, Pavel nodded. He brought her up with Kirk before and he smirked before asking him if he knew her first name, they had a weird situation going on. And he definitely wasn't going to ask questions or partake in it. That meant he wasn't going to tell Kirk her first name; not after the talking too that she gave the bullies.
Arriving at the Medical Bay he was forced to sit down whilst Uhura went off to talk to a nurse. It was nice having someone take care of him, he wasn't used to such care and assistance. Although Kirk did help him his bed side manor was often not the best but he only does things for good reasons.
Sitting in the Medical Bay was rather boring and it wasn't long before he was restless. However, he knew that he had to sit there. Maybe if I distract myself, he thought. Look a magazine, leaning across he picked up the first one he could find. Though he soon discovered that he couldn't exactly read a magazine with one hand holding a wad of toilet roll to his bleeding nose.
With that means of entertainment discarded he went back to waiting impatiently for Uhura. Speaking of whom why was it taking so long, all she was doing was registering him in with the desk. Sparing a brief glance at the clock he discovered that he'd only been their for two minutes. Okay maybe she isn't taking ages, he began bouncing his knee. Why did this have to happen today, one it was a terrible day and two he had an essay due in tomorrow. An essay with the teacher that hated himself and Kirk. That whole late on first day really did cause huge repercussions. The teacher as Kirk puts it was a colossal dickhead. Something he was never to repeat shhhh.
Pavel squinted towards the door where Uhura had left through, he was beginning to feel a little light headed actually. Possibly a concussion, no wait they are from when you hit your head. He hadn't hit his head. He hit his nose. Technically his nose is on his head. So did he hit his head. Uhura would know. She's smart. Not as smart as him but she's smart.
Uhura returned to find Pavel squinting his eyes whilst staring at the clock. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to take him with her in the first place.
When she got close she put her hand on his shoulder, "Chekov, come on."
He clutched the tissues tighter a little then got unsteadily to his feet, "I don't feel so good...Uhura if you hit your nose..." he signalled to his nose with his free hand, "can you get a concussion?"
She ushered him forward, one arm looped with his. She knew there was a chance he could have a concussion and his dizziness was a sign, "Let's just ask the doctor. You good with that, Chekov?"
"Pavel or Pasha. Chekov is family name," he declared as he wandered off down the corridor he was told.
She smiled, "So Pasha are you going to be nice to the doctor."
"Only if it's Bones"
"Bones"
He responded, "Leonard McCoy but Jimmy calls him Bones for some reason."
She laughed, "Jimmy!"
He laughed too before coming to a door that Uhura opened for him inside the room was a doctor who was most definitely not Bones. One major difference was the doctor was a women. Another would be she was smiling. Bones did smile but not so often. He liked to have a grumpy old man vibe. The doctor directed him onto the med-bed.
"So what have we here," attempting at humour, "I've been told you had a run-in with a wall."
He nodded albeit confused, "I think my nose is broken."
The doctor agreed and reached forward removing the tissues from his face gently. Pavel was unable to withhold the grimace from the pain that ricocheted though his face. Uhura watched from her seat, it looked nasty.
The doctor reassured the teenager, "This will be easy to fix. Might have some bruises but it's nothing damaging. You also have a mild concussion probably from slamming your head off the floor."
A light was shone in his eyes to see how dilated his eyes were and a few other tests were conducted before they were allowed to leave. Uhura escorted the teenager out. Hoping to get him safely to his dorm before classes were over and there would be a possibility of bumping into that ass Kirk.
Just as they reached the doors they were flung open. Three people were forcing someone in. This someone was thrashing and screeching unlike anything they'd ever heard before. A glance of their face showed hollowed out eyes. Blood dripping, nose bleeding, veins black and protruding from their skin. Hands scratching, grasping, in need of help. Feet kicking, pushing, running. Aiming to escape whatever held them. Something horrible.
Another scream shocked the patients, what was happening. These weren't normal symptoms. Doctors ran in. Yelling jargon that only they knew. Uhura caught word here and there "another one" "Pike" "spread" and so forth. The patient was taken away. Something was not right. Pavel would ask Bones later. This was something big, something dangerous. Especially if there had been "another one".
